Every day, I spend some time meditating in quiet thought. I start with some gratitude, for I find it gets me in a good frame of mind. Then I spend some time “sitting for ideas,” a process I learned from Debra Poneman.
I love finding new places to meditate surrounded by nature. This morning, I went out to a dock in Winter Haven surrounded by reeds. It was the perfect place to be alone in thought.
I had been feeling so weighed down for a while, the result of going in too many different directions. It’s that lovely “ADD” aspect of me. I try hard to control it, but sometimes I let it get the best of me.
After the go-go-go of the last several weeks, the stillness of the morning took over. I sat there for a long time. A hawk flew overhead. I thought of my friendMary Clark who passed away recently and I began to cry.
A good, cleansing cry. I needed it.
As I stood up to walk back, a bird flew out from the reeds. It was a red-winged blackbird.
My dad.
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2 responses to “In Praise of Meditation”
There are often signs that remind us that those who have left are never far away in our memories and in our hearts.
Regards,
Roger.
Thank you, you gave me new ideas for my website. I hope this doesn’t bother you that I take up this subject in my next article.Sincerely, Roger